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Chapter 77

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    Teacher Song is very talkative. He has to read the script before deciding whether to direct or not. He will reply to Zhao Yi after a week.  Zhao Yi was very happy, Song Xiaolan would know about this sooner or later, she planned to tell him first.  Going to visit the class suddenly, as if there is no reason for it, will arouse suspicion.

    Coincidentally, the producer of Song Xiaolan's new play is Ma Zikai, Zhao Yi's good friend.

    Zhao Yi asked him to have dinner at his old place.

    As soon as the dishes were served, Zhao Yi began to lead the conversation step by step.

    Zhao Yi: "When will you go to supervise the work?"

    Ma Zikai didn't know her purpose, so naturally he didn't think too much, took a bite of the meat, and said in a normal tone, "It's just been filming for a while, there's nothing to see, I won't go, I'm busy."

    Zhao Yi refused, and seduced him again: "Aren't you a big production? Don't worry?"

    "What are you worried about?"

    "I heard that the director is a newcomer, don't you worry?"

    This said, it touched Ma Zikai's heart.  I'm really worried.  He put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth clean, and said, "Then I'll go and have a look."

    Zhao Yi also put down the chopsticks, "I'll accompany you."

    Ma Zikai was puzzled: "What are you going to do?"

    Zhao Yi smiled: "I've been here all along, let's go together, I'll stop by and check out, my next play is also a Republic of China play."

    Ma Zikai didn't think much, and followed her.  The two went out and went straight to the suburbs of Beijing.

    *

    If Ma Zikai had been smarter at that time and guessed what Zhao Yi was thinking, perhaps Zhao Yi's fate would have been different.

    But unfortunately, he didn't.

    Zhao Yi chose this path, and no one else could help him.

    *

    It was almost dusk when the two arrived at the set in the suburbs of Beijing by car.  The scene was filming a scene in the rain, the artificial rain was falling, and it was Song Xiaolan who was walking in the rain.

    Wearing a military uniform, Song Xiaolan is hard to look away.

    He didn't wear a military cap, and his thick black hairline set off a handsome and heroic face, but there was a kind of coolness between his brows.

    He was walking in the rain, his eyes bursting with cold and hopeless light, trying hard to find something on the ground.

    There are countless "corpses" lying on the ground, and the blood left on them is rubbed into the rainwater and flows on the ground, like small rivers.

    Song Xiaolan was crying, but her tears were covered by the artificial rain, so she couldn't tell.

    But Zhao Yi stood so far away, she could feel him crying and his state of mind.

    Zhao Yi was taken aback by this induction, and slightly grasped the cotton bag on her shoulder with both hands.

    Song Xiaolan searched the ground for a while, and finally stopped beside a woman, hugged her gently in her arms, and whispered something to her.

    The receiver was pushed forward, and Song Xiaolan's voice began to become clear.  His voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing a mouthful of blood in his chest, and he seemed to be gritted his teeth, it sounded very painful.

    Zhao Yi and Ma Zikai walked to the director and stared at the machine.  Song Xiaolan's voice passed through the machine and entered Zhao Yi's heart.  Zhao Yi's whole heart was trembling, she grasped the cotton bag on her shoulder tightly, her hands were almost clenched into fists.

    Even though she knew it was an act, Song Xiaolan's hysterical pain seemed to be real, hitting Zhao Yi's heart again and again, and it had to break her heart.

    Song Xiaolan picked up the woman and gradually disappeared from the camera.

    The director shouted Ka, the filming of this scene is over.

    *

    The director got up and greeted the two, "Brother Ma, why are you here, come and sit down."

    Ma Zikai: "No, no, I'm just here to take a look, you continue your work."

    The director asked everyone to shoot the second set of scenes first, and take a break here.

    Song Xiaolan put down the girl, and Ah Chen trotted over with a towel, and wiped his body while saying, "Oh, hey, you can't catch a cold here, we have a lot of drama to come!"

    Song Xiaolan is the young master's order, but he is not the young master, took the towel from Ah Chen's hand, "I will do it myself."

    Ah Chen followed him, glanced in Zhao Yi's direction, and said, "Director Zhao is here, look"

    "Um?"

    Song Xiaolan didn't believe it, nor did she look at it.

    "I don't know what they are here for, anyway, it's not to see us."

    Only now did Song Xiaolan believe it. She turned her head to look in the direction Ah Chen was looking at, and saw that Zhao Yi was talking with the director and Ma Zikai, with a very serious expression on her face.

    The towel in Song Xiaolan's hand stopped, and her heart and eyes were glued to Zhao Yi.

    What is she doing here?

    The director is a newcomer??The first time I met Zhao Yi, she smiled very gently, the two shook hands, and Ma Zikai was also laughing beside me.

    Song Xiaolan frowned slightly, it seemed that she didn't come to see her, and the towel in her hand moved again.

    He hated Zhao Yi chatting and laughing with other men the most, and he could always think of those men's hands touching Zhao Yi's body.  He is terminally ill, but he is not going to save himself.

    The three talked for a while, and Zhao Yi and Ma Zikai were going to go to another studio to see.

    Zhao Yi: "You go there first, I'll go to the bathroom."

    Ma Zikai had no choice but to go there alone.

    Song Xiaolan saw that Zhao Yi was leaving alone, so she followed immediately.

    The restrooms on the set are all in very secret places. Firstly, it is hidden, and secondly, it is not easy to get mixed into the camera.

    Zhao Yi turned twice in the alley, then leaned against the wall and waited for Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan was still wet, and followed her into the alley, and when she heard her footsteps disappear, she knew she was waiting for him, but he just didn't want to do what she wanted, so he didn't leave.

    Zhao Yi leaned against the wall, still remembering Song Xiaolan's hysterical pain under the camera, and her heart was tugged.

    It's funny, I know it's acting, how can it be the same as the real thing?

    Zhao Yi also felt that she was crazy.

    After waiting for a while, Song Xiaolan hadn't come yet. Zhao Yi was in a hurry, and walked back. Just after turning a corner, she saw Song Xiaolan leaning against the wall.  His hair was wet, and thin drops of water dripped on his face, and there were also drops of water on his neck, and the collar of his jacket was slightly open.  A savage and rough aesthetic feeling rushed over.

    Zhao Yi, with joy in his eyes, walked towards him.

    Song Xiaolan didn't move, waiting for her to come.

    Zhao Yi came to his side, propped her hands on the wall, and looked up at him.

    "You deliberately."

    Song Xiaolan didn't speak, but looked down at her, no matter how much she looked at her, she couldn't get enough of it, even if she just smiled at another man, he would still forgive her.  The only one who got sick was himself, so why should Zhao Yi be blamed.

    Zhao Yi looked at the wet Song Xiaolan, her eyes were gradually stained with lust, she couldn't help but tiptoed and kissed Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan immediately restrained her waist with both hands, and pulled her towards him, and the two of them pressed their bodies together.

    "What are you doing here?"

    "To see you."

    Song Xiaolan was in a trance for a while, and the love in her heart blossomed instantly, and it was about to come out of her throat.

    "real?"

    Zhao Yi reached out to wipe off the drops of water on his forehead, "Really, I brought you something delicious."

    Song Xiaolan was overwhelmed by the sudden favor, but asked her again: "But you came with another man."

    Zhao Yi laughed at him: "You are jealous like this, I haven't said that you are hugging another woman."

    "I was acting."

    Zhao Yi: "That's my job."

    Song Xiaolan couldn't talk to her, so she could only talk.  Zhao Yi turned her face away, "Be careful, there might be a camera."

    "I'm not afraid."

    "I'm afraid it's okay, come on, I'll give you the food, I'm going to chase Ma Zikai." Zhao Yi said, let go of Song Xiaolan, took out a bag of snacks from the cotton bag and stuffed it into Song Xiaolan's arms.

    Song Xiaolan watched her series of movements with joy on her brows, unable to hide it.  He hugged her again, and said to himself in a low voice: "I can't bear you."

    The nonsensical words stunned Zhao Yi, and she looked up at him, "Come on, isn't this the end of filming soon?"

    Song Xiaolan: "There are still a few months."

    Zhao Yi suppressed his disbelief, "I'm going to find Ma Zikai, he will be suspicious later."

    Although Song Xiaolan was very reluctant, she always listened to Zhao Yi's words, let her go, and watched her trot and disappear into the alley.

    *

    Later, Zhao Yi realized that everything has signs.

    At that time, the ending between her and Song Xiaolan was already obvious, but she was too stupid or too confident to take it seriously.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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